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Who: Fingon.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Meston.
When: Last week of April.

{A playful tune on a harp-like instrument accompanies the sight of one of the remaining Elves. Is that a glowing tree at his back? Yes it is! Fingon's camped himself in one of the wildlife reserves to enjoy the reminder of Aman, especially the light of the various plants, and has taken to playing and singing for any and all who come upon him.

There's a smile on his lips as he plays, blue ribbons are braided into his long dark hair and help keep it back behind pointed ears. Any who happen to look close enough will also see the hilt of a sword just within reach. He's learned his lesson thanks to the raiders.}

Are you all enjoying yourselves in this system of stars so far? The asteroids are rather interesting! {And a little frightening to navigate through the holes just to get to where he wants to go! But worthwhile, so he barrels through as needed.}

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Maglor is still in leather (Misty insisted) and he sits beside his cousin companionably picking out tunes on his harp idly. He, too, is armed, discretely.

"I would like it more if not for the odd clothes..."

Fingon still found his cousin's new attire amusing and cast a grin at the comment.

"That is because you do not deny your friends requests." Except in terms of self-guilt. He reached to rub a fingertip gently over the leather. "Though I admit this has an interesting feel to it."

Maglor makes a face at him and idly swats his fingers.

"If by interesting you mean tight and stiff! But Misty assures me it is, in fact, leather."

"Yet still you wear it!" Fingon laughed and judged his cousin. "I expect there are less comfortable pieces of clothing to wear." Though not by much!

"She thinks it makes me look 'badass'" Maglor shrugs at him helplessly. It makes Misty happy, and with Syeira gone he clings now to those friends he has made.

"I suppose - although it is less heavy than armor! I do not see you in the native wear cousin!"

A soft snicker and Fingon smiled fondly at him. "I have perhaps not made as many friends as you hold here, cousin. And so, fewer people to dress me!"

Maglor swats him fondly.

"Tsk, what nonsense is this, are you locking yourself in your room, cousin? You should get out more, clearly!"

A wry grin and Fingon nudged his cousin back. "Hardly! Perhaps I should follow you around, so I might meet more people?" He only half teased. It wouldn't be a hardship to stay close to Maglor.

"While I cannot say I would mind, I do not wish to make Nelyo jealous!"

(Does he merit music? Maedhros has a gentle smile for his cousin as he approaches. While he himself is not terribly musically inclined - enough to soothe a fussy Elven child, perhaps - he does enjoy music very much.)

Would you like a star, Finno?

{Always.

Fingon looks up with a soft smile and outstretched hand in invitation to sit with him. He still enjoys hearing Maedhros sing.}

I already have one. {And is looking right at him.}

(The color of his cheeks climbs high and he is quick to join Fingon, lowering himself to rest at his side.)

You misspoke, cousin. I believe you meant to say you already are one.

{Fingon laughs and leans against Maedhros.}

Nay, I speak only the truth!

(His warm, sweet cousin has a laugh that makes all right again. Maedhros turns his head and kisses Fingon's brow.)

As do I. I would not lie about you.

{A soft hum and Fingon's eyes close.}

I know you wouldn't. Though I still say I have a star already!

I am a strange star. Can they be red? (He rests their heads together, grinning.)

You are a beautiful, handsome red star. {Fingon lightly answers, slipping an arm around Maedhros' waist and holding on.}

A red star that lingers near a star of the purest blue. (Maedhros shifts and kisses the top of Fingon's head.)

It's certainly better than the last one!

[Which explains Arthur's oh so very much improved mood. That and the tea.]

I take it you're avoiding the ship as much as possible as well?

{Fingon grins cheerfully, fingers continuing to pick over familiar strings.}

I love nature. And the plants here have a light to them that is familiar.

They're certainly lovely. I wish I could take a few home for my garden. The fairies would love them.

[Might be a bit wistful sounding there. Being away from home for so long does make one miss it.]

The fairies? {Fingon's curious, but asks softly out of respect for that wistfulness he sees.} Perhaps we could, though only as far as the ship.

[Nods his head with a fond smile.]

They've been with me my entire life. Which has been quite a long time, between the two of us.

I was thinking of my garden back in London.

{A quiet chuckle.}

Yes, I suppose it has been.

Would you tell me about your garden?

Oh, I'm not sure how much there is to tell. Just a few vegetable patches and some flowers. I do try to keep it from taking over.

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